The King of Jin wants to avenge his mother, and he wants to settle the accounts with Jin Shang, one by one, and push Jin Shang down from the imperial palace that he cares about most, even if he becomes an eternal sinner who killed his father.
After waking up from his dream, he woke up for a moment. He opened his eyes and saw Song Huiyue sitting next to him, so he fell asleep again with peace of mind.
His heart was empty, and his sorrow for the ignorance and stupidity of the world disappeared. This was good, and he became a cold devil.
Song Huiyue stayed by King Jin's side all night.
She asked Huang Ting to bring in many story books, read them carefully by the candlelight, sometimes read a few sentences to King Jin, and at the same time probed King Jin's forehead.
His hand touched Prince Jin's forehead, and Prince Jin's frown relaxed slightly, looking slightly relieved.
King Jin's fever was so frequent that Song Huiyue simply didn't sleep. When the imperial doctor prescribed the medicine, she drank it for King Jin, feeling a lot of love for King Jin in her heart.
She felt sorry for the King of Jin, who said he would rather have a begging mother than an official father, which was true.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, Song Huiyue bared her teeth at the script, and Prince Jin was lying next to her. His whole body was still hot, but it was no longer the same as before, and the fever had gradually begun to subside.
At the fourth watch of the day, the bells rang in Xiangguo Temple, which could also be heard in the palace of Prince Jin. Prince Jin woke up from his sleep and was unwilling to open his eyes. Instead, he changed his posture and turned himself sideways towards Song Huiyue, while holding her tightly
took her hand.
While taking the opportunity to hang out with Song Huiyue, he secretly cursed himself in his heart: "Li Shouming, Li Shouming, you are still shameless."
Song Huiyue turned over the book with one hand, scolding the ungrateful scholar, then threw the book away, boredly probed Prince Jin's forehead, turned to Huang Ting and said: "It's not hot anymore, let the kitchen do some cooking."
A bowl of noodle soup, make me a bowl too, nothing else."
After being there for so long, she was also hungry.
Huang Ting hurriedly went to do it, and at the same time asked someone to prepare hot water to wipe King Jin's face.
King Jin secretly thought that he must be unkempt and disheveled at this time. He wanted to get up and wash himself, but he also missed the smell of Song Huiyue. Before he could make a decision, Song Huiyue got down and pressed her forehead against his: "It's indeed much better.
"
She straightened up, broke away from Prince Jin's hand, yawned, stretched her waist, and then went to the small table to look through the storybook Huang Ting had sent.
For some reason, the scholars who write storybooks are all the same talented and beautiful women these days. After reading them so much, I almost feel like I can write one myself.
She stretched out her index finger to fiddle with the book twice, and suddenly felt a movement behind her. She quickly turned around and saw that it was Prince Jin who had woken up.
"Huang Duzhi, the prince is awake!" Song Huiyue called Huang Ting and sat on the edge of the bed. She passed one hand through the back of King Jin and forced him to half lie down and half sit. With the other hand, she brought a bowl of hot water and slowly
Feed it to King Jin.
"Didn't the prince go to the prison to interrogate Zhang Xutang? Why did he come back sick?"
King Jin drank half a bowl of water, and his dry body was filled with sweet rain. He sat up with his hands propped up.
However, as soon as he started, he felt dizzy and dizzy.
He quickly leaned against the bedpost and took a deep breath. Although he had experienced a violent storm outside, he still smiled kindly at Song Huiyue: "The statue of the prison god was frightened. Don't you know that in the punishment department?"
The green-faced prison god seems to be alive."
Song Huiyue put down the bowl and made way for Huang Ting, knowing that what he said was a lie - the King of Jin was magnanimous and upright even when he was a bad guy. How could he be afraid of the statue of the God of Hell?
However, King Jin did not say anything, and she did not ask further questions: "There is noodle soup, I will bring it to you, and let Huang Douzhi feed you some."
King Jin immediately refused: "I just have a fever, it's not that my hand is broken. You go outside and wait for me."
Watching Song Huiyue go out, he reached out and touched his face. He felt that his face was shiny and wretched. He refused to sit and eat with Song Huiyue with such a face, so he steeled himself and changed into another set of clothes.
, wiped his face and hands, and then with the help of Huang Ting, he left the bedroom and came to the main room.
The layout of his dormitory is the same as that in Tanzhou. There are many things made of bamboo, even two chairs are made of bamboo.
Song Huiyue liked the bamboo chair very much. She pulled it over and sat down. She took the noodle soup and picked it with chopsticks. When she saw King Jin sitting down, she quickly pushed it in front of him: "Have eaten the noodle soup. I'll wait until you feel better."
Let’s eat something good again.”
She coaxed King Jin like a child. King Jin looked at her bowl, which was also a bowl of noodle soup. It was light and had no oil splash, and there was not even any side dishes.
Song Huiyue will eat whatever he eats and will never let him get greedy.
This little moon is always so considerate, how could he not love her?
Song Huiyue took her chopsticks and started eating. King Jin's mouth was full of blisters and it hurt to drink water. If he had followed his original intention, he would have wanted to stop eating, but seeing how delicious Song Huiyue was eating, he couldn't help but
I got greedy and ate less than half the bowl.
Something entered his stomach, and his mind was no longer so chaotic. It became clear and he asked Huang Ting to open the window again. He wanted to get some fresh air.
When Song Huiyue was full, she asked Huang Ting to prepare sugar water. Instead of icing it, just use sugared lychees to make it into a big pot. She didn't need anything else, so she drank the same.
What Huang Ting was most worried about was that King Jin refused to eat or drink. When Queen Mother Pei died, King Jin was unwilling to eat or drink because of bubbles in his mouth, so he lingered on the bed for a long time.
Seeing that King Jin had eaten something, he felt relieved, and ordered his servant to stay here while he went to make the lychee syrup himself.
Although the young chamberlain has experience, King Jin is not feeling well at the moment, so he still wants to do it himself to make the sugar water taste more appealing.
At the same time, he also had some cut strips delivered to Song Huiyue.
The sugar water was served. It had not been simmered in an ice bowl, but it was refreshing and cool, with a hint of sweetness, not too much, not too little, and would never be sour in the throat.
Song Huiyue held the pot and poured a full cup for King Jin: "Drink more, and you will get better quickly. If there is something sweet, it will not be bitter."
King Jin picked up the cup and drank it slowly. His body relaxed bit by bit, and his stiff bones fell down one by one, completely collapsing into the chair.
The night outside was bright and the sound of insects was very loud. Song Huiyue picked up the pieces of bamboo and prepared to weave a grasshopper cage.
While she was making it up, she was bragging to the King of Jin.
"If I go to help the yamen, I will be very popular. Not only can I play with a slingshot, but I can also make grasshopper cages and catch grasshoppers."
Prince Jin listened to her bullshit and smiled knowingly. All the haze was dispelled by her: "Yes, you are loved by others."
He asked Huang Ting to change to a recliner, lie in the chair and look out the window at the night sky, his eyes wandering in the night. Because of the high fever, he did not look very smart and was a bit sluggish, but his heart was very calm.
Song Huiyue was weaving a cage beside him attentively. She exuded the scent of paper wrapping and the fragrance of bamboo strips, which made his whole person calm and distant, as if the breath of heaven and earth was mixed-the world was too vast.
They are just dust mixed in, and the little things that dust does are really not surprising.